The car door opened, and amidst a non-stop flurry of flashbulbs, Yun Ya pulled Yun Miao out of the sedan.
The two little figures were carved out of pink jade, just like the Wealthy Boys of Maitreya under observation, truly adorable as snow-white jade.
Jiang Si followed them out of the car, took the children by both hands, and regarding the unfamiliar yet cultured gentleman, the reporters curiously asked, "Excuse me, sir, what is your relationship with these two children?"
Jiang Si stopped in his tracks, gazed into the lens, and declared with a resonant voice, "I, surnamed Jiang, am Yun Ya's personal teacher, and the children are not accustomed to such scenes, please do not frighten them, can you?"
How could the reporters possibly put down their cameras, when they had the rhythm of a breaking news story, no one wanted to be left drinking the northwest wind this month.
